Hey buddies I'm back, I already told u why I was Ghost but still if you don't know, I was not at home and wherever I was, I could get good connection.
Also I know u guys have expected a chapter including teasings from kiefer but I don't know why did I make it like this?
Maybe I know the reason.
I was feeling guilty so I try to focus on real world, but it sucks that hard that I ran back to my delulu and now again feeling guilty.
The bright morning sun filtered through the rooftop curtains, piercing straight through Jay's closed eyelids.
She stirred first, the heavy blanket shifting over her.
That alcohol from last night was no joke-it felt less like a premium drink and more like a liquid brick.
Before she could even force her eyes open, a wave of pure agony crashed over her body all at once.
First, her head.
It throbbed with a vicious, rhythmic pounding that made her brain feel three sizes too big for her skull.
It was her very first time consuming alcohol, and her body was absolutely punishing her for it.
Second, her lips.
They felt incredibly swollen, raw, and stung with a sharp burn the moment they moved, all thanks to her own "inhuman" activities and aggressive biting from the night before.
And finally, her ankle.
It was completely ready to give up on life.
Last night's adrenaline had officially worn off, and now it throbbed with a sharp, white-hot pain even without her moving a single millimeter.
The universe was clearly sending her the bill for her impromptu martial arts performance on the roof.
"Ahhhh...!"
A raw, pathetic groan echoed in her mind.
Squeezing her eyes tightly shut, she dragged her heavy arms up and clutched her head tightly between both palms, trying to stop her skull from splitting open.
She was completely disoriented, her memory a tangled, fuzzy mess of blurry shapes and intense warmth.
"Keifer...!"
His name escaped her chapped lips in a breathless, desperate whisper before she could even fully remember her own identity.
Keifer, being the ultimate fictional man, instantly bolted upright the very second her strained voice sliced through the quiet morning air.
His sleep-deprived brain snapped into full-alert mode.
"Jay?" he asked, panic instantly bleeding into his tone.
His hands hovered frantically over her in mid-air, darting back and forth, completely paralyzed by the sight of her because he didn't even know where to hold her first without hurting her.
She was a total mess, but an incredibly endearing one.
Her hands were still pressing desperately against her skull, her dark hair was completely wild and tangled around her face, and her lips were visibly swollen and red.
Even with her eyes squeezed shut in pain, she looked entirely too cute for his own good.
Realizing he needed to ground her, he finally brought his hands down to gently hold her shoulders.
"Keiferrr..." she cried out his name again, her voice cracking with a pout.
"My head hurts..."
"My lips hurt..."
"My ankle hurts too..." she whined in a single, miserable breath.
Without opening her eyes, she let her heavy head drop forward, burying her face into his bare shoulder for comfort.
At the same time, her hands instinctively traveled around his torso, gripping both sides of his bare waist as if he were her personal lifeline.
The moment she touched his skin, Keifer let out a soft, relieved sigh.
He wrapped one arm securely around her back, pulling her closer against him, while his other hand moved up to her tangled hair.
He began gently stroking the messy strands, his fingers carefully moving down to massage her temples and the base of her skull to help ease the brutal throbbing of her hangover.
"It's okay, baby. It happens after stressful nights," Keifer whispered near her ear, his deep voice vibrating right against her skin as his hands continued their soothing massage.
With her forehead still rested against his warm shoulder, Jay's fuzzy brain tried to process his words.
Stressful nights? What did that even mean?
Slowly, agonizingly, she forced her eyes open.
The moment her vision cleared, her breath hitched completely.
Her heart did a violent, dizzying drop, and a tidal wave of heat rushed straight to her face, turning her cheeks a furious, dark red.
Right in front of her face were his defined abs, his sculpted chest rising and falling with his steady breathing, and the broad expanse of his shoulders.
She suddenly became acutely aware of where her own hands were resting-wrapped warmly and securely around his bare waist.
Why... why on earth is he shirtless?!
The sheer shock of the sight was so intense that her brutal headache instantly vanished, scared away by pure adrenaline.
Jay pulled back abruptly, her eyes wide as saucers, her hands slipping off his waist as she stared at him.
Seeing her deer-in-the-headlights expression, a slow, knowing smirk spread across Keifer's lips.
Jay's eyes began to frantically scan his upper body.
Her gaze traveled down from his face to his neck, over his Adam's apple, down to his shoulders, his collarbone, and his chest.
Everywhere her eyes landed, she saw them-bright, unmistakable, angry red hickies and bite marks scattered all over his skin.
Did... did I do that?! she asked herself in absolute, horrifying disbelief.
Her panicked eyes dropped lower, taking in the full view of his abs and bare waist again.
Did something... happen between us last night?
The mere thought made her face turn so violently red she felt like she might combust.
She instantly peeked down at her own clothes.
Everything was perfectly intact, fully buttoned, and in its proper position.
She bit her swollen lower lip, her gaze dropping to her lap in a whirlwind of confusion.
But why can't I remember anything?
And I'm not even feeling... She gulped hard, her mind short-circuiting before she could even fully process her own scandalous thought. ...s... sore.
Ughhhhh! I don't even know what exactly being sore is supposed to feel like!
While she was internally screaming and struggling for answers, Keifer just sat there, thoroughly enjoying her chaotic, shocked reactions with that lazy smirk never leaving his face.
Jay's eyes snapped back up to his neck, locking onto a particularly deep, dark mark right on his pulse point.
Her eyes widened even further.
Is it even humanly possible that I did that?
Those marks look like he was literally attacked by a feral vampire!
She thought.
"Yes, and that vampire is you," a husky, raw voice broke the silence.
Jay froze, looking up to meet Keifer's teasing, dark brown eyes as he spoke her exact thoughts aloud, his smirk widening at her utter mortification.
"Huh?"
That single, breathless word was literally the only thing that could force its way out of her mouth.
His smirk only widened.
Keifer slowly leaned toward her, planting his large hands on the mattress on either side of her hips, trapping her completely.
Jay's breath hitched instantly, her body instinctively leaning back a little to create some space.
"What do you think?"
he asked, his voice low as he leaned in further, forcing her to lean back even more.
"Did someone break into our date here?"
He leaned closer, the heat radiating off him making her turn an even deeper shade of red.
"Lay me down?"
He leaned more, and she leaned back further, her heart hammering against her ribs.
"Order me to remove my shirt?"
He leaned closer still, his dark brown eyes locked onto hers, while she continued to retreat.
"Saying 'I want to eat you'?"
he murmured in a raw, husky voice.
As he made one final lean forward, Jay's head completely touched the mattress.
She was flat on her back now, completely pinned beneath his gaze.
Her eyes widened to the size of saucers, her chest rising and falling in rapid, shallow gasps from their extreme proximity.
"And bite my lips, neck, muscles, shoulders?"
His nose was almost brushing against hers as he whispered the words, his warm breath fanning across her face.
"And said 'I want to eat your muscles too'?"
he added, leaning down just that fraction of an inch more until the tip of his nose was softly touching hers.
Utterly defeated and dying of embarrassment, Jay looked down, squeezing her eyes shut tightly to escape his intense gaze.
"I... I'm sorry..." she whispered nervously, her voice trembling.
The sheer vulnerability in her voice made his eyes soften instantly.
The teasing smirk vanished from his face.
Keifer reached up, resting his warm palm tenderly against her flushed cheek, his thumb gently coaxing her to look back up at him.
"Why are you saying sorry?" he asked softly, his tone incredibly gentle.
Jay blinked her eyes open, looking straight into his raw, honest eyes before her gaze drifted down to his neck.
Her hand lifted slowly, hovering just a millimeter away from that deep, dark mark on his pulse point, her fingers trembling, not quite daring to actually touch it.
"Because... I did this," she said quietly, the guilt clear in her eyes.
Keifer looked down at her, a beautiful, warm smile spreading across his lips.
Moving his hand away from her cheek, he reached up and gently caught her hovering hand by the wrist.
Instead of pulling it away, he guided her fingers down, pressing her palm firmly against the mark she had left on his neck. He held it there, making her look directly at him.
"Jay... I told you last night. I'm yours," he said softly, his voice thick with emotion.
And then, he lowered his head, pressing his lips gently against hers.
But this kiss wasn't like the ones from last night.
It wasn't deep, raw, or frantic.
It was beautifully soft-just their lips resting quietly against each other.
They both closed their eyes, letting the stillness of the morning wash over them, absorbing each other's lingering pains and worries in the quiet touch.
As they kissed, Keifer reached down with his other hand, gently guiding her free arm up until her hand lay softly over his other bare shoulder, bringing her fully into his space.
Feeling the security of his arms and the sheer tenderness of his lips, a soft smile broke across Jay's face right against his mouth.
Keifer felt the sudden curve of her lips, and a matching, breathless smile spread across his own, both of them lost in the quiet warmth of each other.
They pulled apart from the soft kiss, and in one swift, fluid motion, Keifer wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her completely over him.
Jay gasped in surprise as she suddenly found herself resting flat against his chest.
He immediately tangled his legs with hers, pulling the blanket over them both as he cuddled her close, nuzzling his face deeply into the crook of her neck.
"You woke me up too early," he mumbled, his voice thick with morning drowsiness against her skin.
"Now let me sleep for ten more minutes."
Jay's face was completely flushed from the sudden closeness, but his needy, affectionate antics made a soft smile spread across her lips.
She let her body relax against his warmth and closed her eyes, ready to drift back to sleep with him.
But suddenly, a sharp realization hit her mind.
Her eyes snapped open.
The fuzzy memories from earlier started to swirl around, bringing a massive wave of confusion with them.
"Keifer..."
"Hmm...?" he groaned sleepily, tightening his grip around her waist.
Jay pulled her face up, pushing against his chest to rest her chin on his shoulder so she could get a better look at him.
"Why don't I remember anything from last night?
And... why did I even behave like... like that?"
she asked, her brow furrowing in genuine confusion.
"Umm... well, about that..."
Keifer's eyes opened, and he awkwardly reached up to rub the back of his neck, suddenly looking a little guilty.
"You... you were drunk."
"Whattttttttttt! Me? Drunk? How?!" she shrieked, instantly sitting up on his chest, all traces of sleep completely gone.
"Umm... actually, that juice you drank last night? It wasn't juice," he confessed, wincing slightly. "It was premium alcohol."
Jay's eyes widened to the size of saucers, the shock leaving her completely breathless.
"Alcohol?!"
Seeing her utter disbelief, Keifer sighed and sat up with her, gently explaining everything.
"Wow... my very first drink, and I didn't even know it," Jay muttered, staring at her lap, a mix of awe and lingering embarrassment washing over her as she realized why she had turned into a feral vampire.
Before she could spiral any deeper into her thoughts, Keifer suddenly moved.
In one smooth motion, he slid off the bed, leaned down, and scooped her up into his arms, carrying her bridal style.
"Keifer...!" she gasped, her hands instinctively flying to his shoulders for balance.
"We need to go back down to our room," he said, giving her a reassuring look.
"Mom and Dad are probably back by now."
"Oh... yes," she said hesitantly, glancing around the messy rooftop mattress and thinking about the chaos they were leaving behind.
Keifer noticed her hesitant glance and leaned down, his lips brushing right near her eyes as he whispered teasingly,
"Unless... you want to stay up here, and show everyone the territory you marked last night?"
Jay's face exploded into a bright crimson.
"Keifer!" she scolded, instantly bringing her hand down to smack his bare shoulder.
"Ow! You're hurting me again,"
he sulked playfully, rubbing his shoulder with a dramatic, pained expression.
"Oh! I'm sorry!" Jay gasped, immediately feeling guilty and reaching out to pat the spot she just hit.
Keifer's dramatic pout instantly melted into a triumphant smile.
Before she could realize she'd been tricked, he leaned down and stole a quick, sweet peck from her lips, his soft laughter echoing quietly as he carried his chaotic wife back downstairs.
As Keifer carried her quietly down the hallway, stepping carefully to avoid making any sound that might wake the rest of the villa, they were suddenly cut short.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"
A sharp, panicked scream pierced through the quiet corridor.
Keifer froze in his tracks.
He turned around smoothly, still holding Jay securely in his arms, and found themselves face-to-face with one of the household maids.
The poor woman stood paralyzed, her jaw dropped completely open, her eyes wide with absolute shock as her gaze scanned up and down between the two of them.
"Why are you screaming?"
Keifer asked authoritatively, his commanding tone instantly slipping into place to take control of the situation.
But the maid was completely frozen, unable to utter a single syllable.
Jay and Keifer looked at each other, and in that split second, the reality of what they looked like finally hit them.
Keifer was completely shirtless, his broad chest and abs practically covered in bright, unmistakable red bite marks and hickies.
Jay was cradled in his arms, her hair a wild, tangled nest, and her lips visibly swollen and red from the night before.
They were a walking definition of a chaotic, passionate night.
Both of their faces instantly flushed a violent shade of crimson.
But then, Jay noticed something else.
Her eyes tracked the maid's line of sight, realizing the woman was staring directly at Keifer's bare chest and sculpted abs.
A sudden, fierce surge of possessiveness flared up inside Jay.
Forgetting her own embarrassment, she instantly threw both of her hands forward, desperately spreading her fingers out over Keifer's bare chest, trying to block the maid's view and hide his body from sight.
Keifer blinked, completely shocked by her sudden, protective movement, a look of pure surprise crossing his face as he felt her warm palms covering his skin.
"What... what are you looking at?!" Jay demanded, her voice rising as she glared at the stunned maid.
"Haven't you ever seen a couple enjoying their time together?!"
The bold, blunt question acted like an electric shock to the frozen maid.
Her eyes went even wider, her face flushed red, and she instantly turned on her heel, sprinting down the hallway as fast as her legs could carry her to get away from the scene.
Once the hallway was quiet again, Keifer slowly looked down at the fierce girl in his arms.
A slow, deeply amused smirk spread across his lips, his dark brown eyes dancing with pure delight.
"A couple enjoying their time? Huh?"
he echoed teasingly, his voice dropping into a low, rumbling purr.
Jay instantly smacked his bare chest with the exact same hands she had been using to cover him, desperate to swat away his teasing look and hide her overwhelming embarrassment.
"Keifer...!" she whined, burying her burning face straight into the crook of his neck to escape his burning gaze.
He let out a low, rumbling chuckle that vibrated right against her cheek, thoroughly delighted by how easily he could fluster his fierce little wife.
Tightening his secure grip around her waist and thighs, he smoothly adjusted her weight in his arms.
Without wasting another second, he started walking down the hallway again, his footsteps quiet and deliberate. But he didn't miss stealing a pack from her cheeks.
They finally reached the safety of their room, and Keifer walked over to the bed, gently lowering her down onto the soft mattress.
The moment her foot made contact, a sharp, white-hot sting of pain shot straight up her ankle.
Jay instinctively clenched her jaw, swallowing the gasp that threatened to escape her lips.
She didn't want to show it, but her eyes involuntarily drifted down to her swollen joint.
The worst of the throbbing had temporarily faded, but a heavy wave of guilt rushed in to take its place.
I'm such a burden, she thought miserably.
I can't even move to the washroom without making him carry me around like a child.
Keifer, reading her like an open book, noticed the subtle shift in her expression instantly.
Without wasting another second or uttering a single word of complaint, he leaned down and scooped her right back up into his arms.
"Keifer?!" she gasped, her hands flying to his shoulders.
He didn't answer.
He just carried her smoothly straight into the adjacent washroom and carefully set her down on a comfortable vanity stool.
"I'll send a maid up to help you get changed," he said softly, his tone incredibly tender.
He leaned in close, his large hands moving gently to gather her wild, messy hair, expertly twisting it up into a loose, comfortable bun to keep it out of her face.
"When you're done, just call me. Don't try to walk on your own."
Looking up at his effortless care and devotion, Jay felt a thick, emotional lump form in her throat.
Unable to say anything, she just nodded quietly, lowering her gaze to her lap.
Keifer saw the slight tremble in her shoulders and noticed her mood shift instantly.
With a sudden, playful glint in his eyes, he stepped forward, grabbed the edges of the stool, and smoothly spun her around, catching her completely off guard.
"Unless..." he began, leaning down until his lips were hovering right next to her ear, his voice dropping into a dangerous, husky whisper,
"...you don't want the maid's help, and you'd rather have me help you change?"
The scandalous suggestion hit her like a lightning bolt, her entire face exploding into a bright, furious red.
Jay's eyes darted everywhere-absolutely anywhere but at him.
She bit down hard on her lower lip, desperately trying to suppress the massive, giddy smile that was threatening to break through her embarrassment.
Keifer let out a soft, satisfied smile, completely pleased with himself, and quietly walked out of the washroom to give her some privacy.
He slipped into the guest room right next door to quickly freshen up and change out of his ruined, buttonless shirt.
A few minutes later, the maid stepped out of the master bedroom, informing him that Jay was finished with her bath.
Keifer walked back into the room and stepped toward the washroom to bring her out.
The moment he pushed the door open, his footsteps halted completely.
Jay was still sitting there waiting for him, wrapped in a simple, soft bathrobe.
Her hair bun had been taken down, and long, wet strands were falling damply over her shoulders, framing her face.
The sight of her looking so fresh, soft, and vulnerable completely stole the breath right out of his lungs.
Looking at her, Keifer realized with a quiet ache in his chest that she always possessed the effortless power to freeze him completely in his tracks.
He walked slowly toward her, his dark eyes absolutely refusing to leave her face for even a single second.
As he closed the distance between them, he watched the subtle, familiar details that always drove him crazy-the way she nervously bit her swollen lower lip, the way her damp, dark hair fell in soft clumps over her shoulders, and the way her cheeks instantly bloomed into a beautiful shade of pink the moment her eyes met his.
Why do you have this much of an impact on me?
he asked himself in the quiet sanctuary of his own mind.
When did you become this incredibly important in my life that a single, small smile from you feels more precious than my own breath?
How did you just stumble into my world and suddenly make everything look so beautiful?
Why do your slight pain hurt more than even my own death.
With every step he took toward her, Keifer felt a familiar, creeping heat crawl up his neck, his heart hammering against his ribs in a way only she could provoke.
Before Jay could even process his intense gaze, she looked up only to realize she was already wrapped securely back in his arms.
He had scooped her up effortlessly from the vanity stool.
As he walked her out of the washroom, he couldn't stop looking down at her.
His eyes were raw, burning with a deep, silent intensity that felt powerful enough to look directly into her soul.
She opened her mouth, wanting to ask him what he was thinking, but the overwhelming weight of his gaze created a sudden, thick lump in her throat, stealing her words away.
He didn't say anything either.
There was a profound silence between them as he carried her into the bedroom, but it was a deeply comfortable, unspoken understanding.
Gently, he lowered her down, making her sit comfortably on the very edge of the bed.
The moment her hands left his shoulders, Keifer abruptly turned around and walked quickly toward the vanity drawers.
Jay watched him, her brow furrowing in pure confusion.
But a moment later, he walked back to the bed holding a hair dryer.
Without a word, he plugged it into the nearest wall socket, switched it on, and gently brought it toward her head to start drying her damp hair.
Startled by his sudden action, Jay instantly reached up and wrapped her hand tightly around his wrist to stop him.
"Keifer..." she protested softly, looking up at him through her lashes.
"I can do it myself."
Keifer looked down at her stubborn, beautiful face.
He knew her well enough to know that if he tried to argue or say something, she would just keep resisting and insist on doing it herself.
So, choosing actions over words, he completely ignored her protest.
With a soft, unbothered expression, he gently disengaged her hand from his wrist, kept the warm air flowing, and silently continued his work, his fingers moving tenderly through her wet hair.
"Keifer..."
Ignored. The soft, warm air from the dryer continued to blow through her hair.
"I can do it myself..."
Ignored again.
His long fingers moved with a steady, rhythmic gentleness, completely untangling the damp strands.
"Why aren't you listening?"
Ignored.
He didn't even blink, his focus entirely locked on his task.
"You are ignoring me?"
Ignored.
"Why are you treating me like a child?"
Ignored.
"I'm feeling like a burden!"
Jay finally shouted at him, her voice cracking under the weight of her frustration.
As the words burst out of her, a single, hot tear escaped her eye and rolled down her flushed cheek.
The heavy word-burden-instantly made Keifer freeze.
The playful, stubborn silence vanished from his expression.
He didn't answer her right away.
Instead, he clicked the switch, shutting off the whirring noise of the dryer, and set the appliance down on the nightstand beside the bed.
He walked back over to where she was sitting on the edge of the mattress.
Jay kept her head down, staring at her lap, her shoulders trembling slightly as she tried to blink away the rest of her tears.
Without a single word of warning, Keifer leaned down, slid his hands securely under her arms, and effortlessly picked her up.
Before she could even gasp in surprise, he sat down on the edge of the bed himself, pulling her along with him and settling her right onto his lap.
She gasped, her hands instinctively flying to his shoulders to steady herself as she suddenly found herself straddling his lap.
She tried to pull back, her face burning with a mix of embarrassment and lingering frustration, but Keifer's large hands locked firmly around her waist, anchoring her against him.
He didn't say a word at first.
He just tucked a stray lock of her damp hair behind her ear, his thumb gently catching the single tear on her cheek and wiping it away with an agonizingly tender stroke.
"Look at me," he commanded softly.
Jay stubbornly kept her gaze dropped, staring intently at the collar of his shirt.
Her lower lip trembled slightly.
"Jay. Look at me."
When she still didn't budge, Keifer gently cupped her chin with his hand, tilting her face up until she had no choice but to drown in the deep, serious intensity of his dark brown eyes.
The playful smirk from earlier was completely gone, replaced by a raw, heavy sincerity that made her heart skip a beat.
"A burden?"
he asked, his deep voice dropping into a low, husky whisper that vibrated against her skin.
"Is that really what you think you are to me?"
Jay swallowed hard, a tiny nod escaping her before she could stop herself.
"I can't even walk to the bathroom on my own, Keifer.
I ruined your shirt last night, I made a mess of your neck, and now you have to take care of me like I'm a helpless child.
You're doing everything, and I'm just... sitting here, breaking things."
Keifer let out a soft, breathy sigh, his forehead leaning forward until it rested gently against hers.
He closed his eyes for a brief second, just breathing her in, before opening them to lock onto hers again.
"Listen to me very carefully," he murmured, his grip on her waist tightening just enough to let her feel his warmth.
"If carrying you around, drying your hair, and having you make a mess of me is what you call a burden... then I want to carry this burden for the rest of my life."
Jay's breath hitched, her fingers tightening on his shoulders.
"You didn't ruin anything last night, Jay.
You gave me a memory I'm never going to forget,"
he said, a small, beautiful smile finally tugging at the corner of his lips as his eyes flicked down to her swollen lips before returning to her eyes.
"And taking care of you isn't a chore. It's my right. I'm your husband.
If I don't spoil my wife when she's hurting, then what am I even here for?"
The heavy weight of her guilt began to lift, and looking at his intense, devoted expression, she suddenly realized her mistake.
A playful, innocent pout formed on her lips.
"But you are not my husband," she said softly, tilting her head. "We aren't married."
"Huh?" Keifer blinked, completely caught off guard by the sudden shift.
Jay just shrugged her shoulders casually, a tiny glint of mischief returning to her eyes despite the tears that had just been there.
Keifer let out a low chuckle at her reaction, utterly charmed by how quickly she could switch from heartbroken to teasing.
He leaned in and kissed her lips softly, the gentle touch making her voluntarily close her eyes and melt against him.
Pulling back just a fraction, he whispered huskily against her mouth,
"I'm your one and only husband. It doesn't matter if we're married yet or not. I'm. Your. Husband."
He paused, his dark eyes locking onto hers with absolute certainty.
"Understood?"
Jay smiled beautifully and nodded, her heart completely overflowing.
Satisfied, Keifer wrapped his strong arms securely around her waist and pulled her head down to rest gently against his broad chest.
The room fell into a peaceful, warm silence, save for the steady, comforting thud of his heartbeat beneath her cheek.
"I'm sorry..." a small, quiet voice murmured from his chest.
Keifer looked down, his chin resting against the top of her head.
"Hmm?"
"I'm sorry for my earlier behavior," Jay said softly, her fingers lightly gripping his shirt.
"I shouldn't have said those things."
He didn't reply in words.
Instead, he just tightened his embrace, wrapping her even more securely against his body to show her that everything was already forgiven.
As they held each other, Jay's eyes naturally drifted to the side of his neck, landing right on the dark, prominent mark she had left there the night before.
Looking at it now, a sudden, unexpected spark of pride flared up in her chest.
I really did that, she thought, a tiny smile touching her lips.
Before he could even realize what she was planning, she unwrapped her right arm from his shoulder, slid it up around the back of his neck, and leaned in, pressing a soft, deliberate kiss directly over that dark mark.
Keifer's entire body tensed for a split second before a slow, wicked smirk spread across his lips.
"You're playing with fire, wifey,"
he warned, his voice dropping into a dangerous, low rumble.
Jay pulled back just enough to look at him, completely unbothered by his threat.
"No, I'm just taking care of my husband."
"Oh, really?" he teased, his eyebrows raising in amusement.
"Yes," Jay replied boldly, her face flushing pink but her gaze remaining locked onto his.
"And you know what? My husband is very handsome."
To prove her point, she leaned up and pressed another sweet, lingering kiss right against his sharp jawline, making Keifer's heart absolutely hammer against his ribs as he stared down at his brilliant, chaotic girl.
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ok I know it was a bit....ahm ahm...boring kinda.
But it's like only few chapters are left, barely 4-5.
Bcoz of which my mind is getting more blank day by day.
I know it didn't made sense but still.
Ok buddies
Bye
Love u ❤️